Takeout

An iStory

Mark looked at the fortune cookie as if it were a summons. For the past few months he had gotten alarming fortunes from Sammy’s Takeout. They were handwritten scraps shoved into the cookie, and they said things like “My boss is psychotic” and “Rescue me, prince.”

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